Eliezer’s temper flares. “Would you drop everything if Yudi had been arrested for arson?” he asks, his words slow and threatening
The whispers fill the building, theories like sparks that touch every corner. There were fire trucks outside the school yesterday.
The menahel’s office is totally boarded off. Everything stinks like smoke. Hey, has anyone seen Yudi Stein today?
Eliezer hears the last question as he strides past boys in the hallway, heading toward the makeshift office they set up for him in one of the resource rooms. The boys glance at him, their eyes alight with curiosity.
He doesn’t respond. Very few people know exactly what happened, and the ones who were informed are all people Eliezer trusts to be discreet. This isn’t information he wants publicized.
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